Memory loss

memory loss


I used to have a spectacular memory. I remembered everything: names, dates, facts, what I’d read, and on which page I’d read it.

This made me a little hard to live with. I was always reminding people that they were wrong about this and that (mostly unimportant details).

I never forgot grudges. I never forgot slights.

Now, with age, my memory is dulling. Proper nouns are going most quickly of all, for some reason: names, places, and such.

But other things are going too.

And this is not perhaps such a bad thing.

I regret that I don’t have lightning recall as I used to. For one thing, this ruins my chances to ever be a game-show champion. I’ve been trying out for Jeopardy! for years, and they keep bringing me in for screen tests, and – you know? – one of these days they’ll put me on the show, and I’ll be babbling and drooling in the corner because I can’t remember the name “Miley Cyrus” or “Thomas Edison.”

Oh dear.

But here’s the bright side: I don’t remember the slights and the grudges anymore either. I was recounting some of the more extraordinary office affairs and scandals the other day – and there have been some beauties! – and I couldn’t remember the name of one of the people involved. Which is probably a good thing: the whole scandal happened in 1994 or so, and I think one of the participants has since passed away.

And I haven’t forgotten most of the happy things. I remember good times, and cheerful occasions. I remembered a funny story about two people in the office having a relationship, and they were cute and funny, and I remembered both their names, and everything about them, twenty years later. They were nice.

So I’m going tapioca in the brain, but maybe in a good way.

What was your name again?


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About Loren Williams
Gay, partnered, living in Providence, working at a local university. Loves: books, movies, TV. Comments and recriminations can be sent to futureworld@cox.net.

4 Responses to Memory loss

  1. Debbi McNiven says:

    My 40th class reunion is this year. I took a look at the list of people who plan to attend, and I still remember why I didn’t like them. Isn’t that a sad commentary on my memory?

    • Most of those memories have become very cloudy. But – oh my god – fortieth reunion! Mine is in 2014! It never occurred to me! I went to my 25th in 1999, and I think I swore then that I might go to my 50th, but nothing else.

  2. starproms says:

    What was my name? Ask matron! she’ll tell you, LOL Oh my, I’m just the same Loren, although I’ve never been good enough to go on a game show or complete a crossword! Very interesting post and sensitively written.

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